look who's calling the pot black

Thanks for saying that you read about Jani, BA, because it brought to my attention that I have mentioned her in every post ever since I read the LA Times article. Just because she’s haunting me doesn’t mean she has to haunt this blog.

So I’m not going to mention her unless it’s new, or an update or something. Okay?

I spent the weekend working to clean up a building (you should know what this is for, BA). It’s an older building, probably swimming with asbestos, but it’s huge. Which is really, really good for what it’s needed for.

I tell you, though, the previous owners had smashed holes in the walls. In the walls! I mean, you’d think there was a juvenile detention center there before, and there wasn’t. It was pathetic.

But I worked, and I got volunteer hours for school next year, and I lived. There’s something about manual labor, anyway, that I like because I can just think and not feel lazy. Plus then I’m tired and can justify spending two hours reading The Fourth Bear, because I think that Jasper Fforde is a genius. Did I mention him before? Because he is. The Nursery Crime books are fantastic and very whimsical, which I love. Recommended highly, though I can’t seem to get into the Thursday Next mysteries right now. It’s probably because Jack Spratt awaits and I like him so much better.

Anyway. That’s a longer blog than I’ve had for a while, which is good because I feel like I’ve been neglecting lwctpb (look who’s calling the pot black. I like the title better, but that doesn’t mean that it’s more convenient). I’m glad I have to hang out at the mall so much, because then I can converse with my best friend and post more. I miss you, BA. I’m sorry I’ve been so AWOL.

~DreamingOfNothing